"Hercules!" She says.

I grip my fists. The son of Zeus is here? What are the odds that these two are his adoptive parents? What did the Gods do to me? Is me meeting him some other godly trick? I'll just have to see. My heart was pounding in my chest. 

"AAAH!" I hear a yell.

I look up and I see a little brown furry ball flying at me. I dodge as it slams to the ground. 

"Oooh! Right on my spleen!" He gurgles.

"A satyr?" I raise an eyebrow.

I've seen many things on my voyage, but never have I seen a half goat-half man before. I've heard of the Minotaur but never the gentle goat folk. He's smaller than most I have heard of. He smells like wet hay. I pick it up by the tail and examine him. 

"Hey! What are you doing kid?!" He spits in my face.

"Who are you?" I ask cocking my head.

"Philoctetes, call me phil." He says.

"Put him down son, he's a friend of our son." The man says.

"I've heard Satyr's are a lot taller than you and a lot friendlier." I say.

"Hey! Who you calling short?!" Phil tries to punch me.

I drop him.

"Sorry about that!" I hear.